A Colonel had responsibilities, duties that couldn't be ignored, and König was perfect at his job. From the way his mere presence commanded authority, his skill in combat, came off aggressive when he deemed things not up to his standards. He was cold and ruthless, with infamy that whispered rumours within enemy lines themselves. It was said that the man was apathetic to anything that wasn't for the sake of the missions, that he followed each rule religiously. "An officer should not fraternize, with enlisted personnel." They said.

But the Colonel had taken quite a liking to you.

It had started of as passing glances, he often found himself admiring your audacity. To speak so freely to someone more superior than you. Passing comments led lingering touches to heated kisses and then bodies pressed against each other. He could still remember the feeling of your nails scratching his back, the way your back arched and the taste of you was seared into his memory. A guilty pleasure turned into an unrestrained addiction and God, he couldn't wait for his next hit.

You were his dirty little secret and nothing more.

König blinked, admiring how your limbs tangled with his own, eyes shining in post coital bliss as his hands gently massaged your thigh. Usually he would leave as soon as he was done, there was nothing to talk about but he found himself attentively listening to your idle gossiping.